Won't you just play with it a little?"Heather tormented and teased her helpless prey as she kissed her way down Christine's firm stomach. "Maybe I don...t want you to get off just yet. Maybe I want you to see how much you really need and want me." Please? Pretty please?! If I don't cum soon, I'm going to die!" This is so humiliating! Begging Heather, of all people!Heather flashed an evil smile. "Well, okay, since you asked so nicely." She continued kissing her way down to Christine's clitoris,. 26th, 2018I mention HER so much that I decided I wanted to talk about HER. Some background first. One afternoon when I was nine my mother came back from the grocery store. She puts the groceries away, packs a few things, then puts my sister and I in the car and the next thing I know I live in the deep South. My mother had pissed off the Mob. Two men had walked up to her in the store and told her she had 24 hours to get out of town or she was dead.I ended up living up in the hood getting my ass. My dick was so hard it hurt. I wanted to fuck her so bad. I wished I had the balls to just jump on the couch between her legs and shove my cock into that hairy pussy. But, though in my dreams I am hard as nails, in real life I was a punk who'd never make such a bold move.I stared at her half-naked pussy for about ten minutes, my cock throbbing inside my shorts. All my fantasies were right there on the couch before me. I could whip my cock out and jerk off while looking at her. Who would know? I. "Good morning, Wendy."The tomboy was sitting on a bench next to Jack. They had sticks in their hands, the dirt between their bare feet full of random scratches. She was glad to see Jack here. There had been a moments fear when she had woken that he had escaped, that the spell only bound his magic and not his body. But, no, it seemed that, by whatever bond had been created, she had not lost her new found book. Wendy smiled at the two."Good morning. Have a good night's sleep?"Jack's eyes flicked.